Rebirth of the Evil Life

"Sir, your shoes have been repaired!"

"What?"

"r,ur-es-is-d!" the person next to me relayed in simple English.

"Oh, my God, thank you so much, thank you so much!" the American old man thanked loudly in English. Looking at the new pair of leather shoes under his feet, the old American man was extremely excited. Although this pair of leather shoes is dilapidated and has a history of more than ten years, for this old American man, this pair of leather shoes has deep feelings. It's really great to be able to see something new now.

"Ma'am, your umbrella has been repaired!"

"Ah, thank you, I really appreciate it. Although an umbrella is not valuable, it is best to repair it and make the best use of it. Thank you, I really appreciate you all!"

"Old sir, we have cleaned your house for you. We have also boiled a bottle of water for you. Please be careful when you use the water. Don't get burned!"

"Thank you, thank you very much. I am old, have limited mobility, and don't have enough money to hire a servant. Although social workers come to provide door-to-door services every week, their time is limited after all. Thank you!"

...

The same example occurs in various communities in Los Angeles. 20,000 Chinese workers are dispersed according to their various abilities and provide free services to various communities in Los Angeles. And every time we serve, we try our best to do our best. Almost perfect.

These free and perfect services have won praise from a large number of Los Angeles citizens. Naturally, reporters followed and interviewed these workers.

"If you don't start construction, why do you do community service?" a reporter asked.

"We want to start working and make money, but some people say they won't let us work. We have nothing to do, so our boss said, since we are idle anyway, let us come out and do some community service." The worker answered with a thick Northeastern accent.

Although this American reporter has some knowledge of Chinese, he is still a little helpless with the strong Northeastern accent. But the good thing is. Someone next to me spoke in Mandarin, and now the American reporter finally understood.

"Why do you have nothing to do?" the American reporter asked knowingly. These reporters are here to collect information, so naturally they want to get first-hand information from these people, so they must ask more questions.

"Our boss said that some people are not satisfied with us making money in the United States.

Want to drive us out. But we don’t understand. When we came to the United States, we all legally applied for visas that cost money, and then we made money by selling our labor. Why is it not legal! You tell me. Does this make sense? "

Naturally, American reporters would not answer these questions, but would continue to ask.

"Then why does your boss want you to do charity? Who is your boss? Will he give you money?" the American reporter asked a little heart-wrenchingly.

"Our boss said that we are strong anyway. Every day is idle, so let us go out and do some good deeds, which can be regarded as accumulating some virtue for us. And this is also to promote Chinese civilization and improve the quality of Chinese people! "

"Then who is your boss? Does he pay you to do this?" Although the American reporter knew who the boss of these Chinese workers was, he still kept asking.

"Hehe, speaking of our boss, he is much more famous. I think you should know it. If you don't know, then you are a stick!" The Northeastern uncle has not yet answered. He first gave the reporter a "stick". As for what "stick" is, the American reporter cannot understand it at all with his little Chinese. Although he knows that it is not a good word, he can't care about it at the moment and continues to ask.

"Hey, our boss. He is famous. He is famous all over the world. When you hear his name, you will feel excited, and you will feel as powerful as eating three sesame seeds and two steamed buns in a row. We Boss. That is definitely a big shot that we don’t have, and you don’t have one here either!” the Northeastern man praised.

American reporters were extremely depressed. I said. Can't you just say his name?

"What is your boss's name?" the American reporter asked unwillingly.

"Hey, when it comes to our boss's name, it's really majestic. We have never heard such a majestic name. Hehe, it sounds much better than your president's 'diapers'!" said the Northeastern man.

Diapers? An American journalist has black lines on his forehead.

"Our president's name is Bush. Since his father is also named Bush, he is called Bush Jr., not diapers!" the American reporter corrected.

"Bush, you're so young, doesn't it sound like diapers! Tsk tsk, the president of a country is actually named diapers. It's totally incomparable to the name of our boss!" The Northeastern man shook his head with disdain.

American journalists want to go crazy. He deliberately wanted to get Lin Feng's name out of the mouth of this Chinese worker, and then tell the Chinese worker that Lin Feng gave them money to do good deeds, so that he could criticize Lin Feng verbally, but in the end he couldn't say anything. When asked, this guy instead teased the President of the United States. This is simply a sewer, you are capsized, how can it be unreasonable!

"What's your boss's name?" the American reporter shouted angrily.

The Northeastern man was startled by this, and then became angry.

"What's the name of our boss? How dare you attack me for doing this shit! Do you look down on our boss? Do you want to cause trouble for our boss!" The Northeastern man rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, "We are now Practice, let you know that our boss is not something you can mess with!"

Although the American reporter is tall and powerful, the height of this Northeastern man is not limited. He is a head taller than him. Although his muscles are not as stylish as those of American bodybuilders, the veins on his arms follow his words. A jump proves the violence of its power. If this really happened, I would definitely not be the opponent's opponent.

"Sorry, I'm just a little anxious to know your boss's name!" The American reporter immediately surrendered. They are just reporters, not thugs. They eat with their pens, not their fists.

"Hmph, we in China have a tradition that when talking about such a great man, you should rinse your mouth with water first. Get me a glass of water to rinse my mouth with!" The Northeastern man snorted coldly. He was deliberately making things difficult for the American reporter, but whoever made this reporter do what he did just now deserved it.

The American reporter had no choice but to buy a bottle of mineral water.

The Northeastern man drank it down in one gulp, slurped it in his mouth a few times, then found a flower bush and squirted out the water.

"Okay, now you can say my boss's name!" The Northeastern man said loudly.

The American reporter cursed in his heart. This Lin Feng is really putting on a show. The people here have to rinse their mouths when talking. It’s really a show off!

"Uh-huh, you, go and clean your ears. Listen to our boss's name. You must clean your ears!" The Northeastern man pointed at the American reporter and shouted.

What! I have to wash my ears when I hear Lin Feng’s name, **! Who is he? He wants to do this to himself! The American reporter was so excited that he almost pointed at the Northeastern man and started yelling curses. But thinking of his own mission, he gritted his teeth and went to borrow a basin, filled it with some water, and gave it a rough wash.

The Northeast man grunted and muttered a few times, sounding as if he was carelessly satisfied with the attitude of the American reporter. However, he did not delve into it further. He just kept muttering, "American devils are uneducated, have a short history, and have no background." , the quality is poor!”

puff! The American reporter finally understood what this Northeastern man meant and almost died of anger. After all, I graduated from Washington State University. Although it is not as good as Harvard and Yale, it is still considered a famous school in the United States. But this person in front of me is a rough guy, speaks in a crude way, and doesn’t look like he’s well-educated. He actually says that he has poor qualities. How can this be justified?

Who has the poorest quality? American journalists burst into tears.

"Okay, we will tell you the name of our boss now. You should listen carefully. We will only say his name once, never twice. You must know that his name is... I can’t say much more. We’ll tell you just because you don’t know. We’ll give you some insight.”

American journalists are really pissed off. As for Lin Feng's bad name, I had known it many years ago, and he actually said it would give me some insight. This is really infuriating! But there is nothing I can do about it, this is all what I asked for. Damn it, wait until you find out what's wrong with this and see how I'll criticize you! The American reporter cursed in his mind. He would not count all these things on this Northeastern man, because it would be useless if he did. This Northeastern man is not a person. If he is in a hurry with such a person, he will lose his value.

Therefore, American reporters attributed all this to Lin Feng. Don't let him get the handle, otherwise he will attack Lin Feng severely. Let Lin Feng pay the price.

"Okay, you're doing fine." The Northeastern man shouted.

The American reporter nodded dumbfounded.

"Our boss's name is only two words. Forget it, I won't tell you our boss's name. It would be disrespectful to him. I'd better tell you our boss's nickname." The Northeastern man suddenly paused and said.

The American reporter almost didn't go back and shot this Northeastern man. This was so irritating. Is there such a way to entertain people? Fortunately, this guy is willing to say Lin Feng's nickname. Otherwise he really wants to kill someone.

"Listen, I can't tell you the name of our boss, but our boss's nickname is the same as his name or surname. His nickname is the famous one today - Fengshen! This will give you some insights. Come on! You know who our boss is!" the Northeastern man said proudly.

The American reporter cursed a few times in his mind. As for Lin Feng's name, he also said that it would give him more knowledge.

"Then if you do a good deed this time, will the 'Wind God' give you a salary? Otherwise, if you don't get a salary, what will you eat and drink?" the American reporter asked sarcastically.

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